All Praises to the Pause

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One of the many gifts I received from strangers after writing The Color Purple 24 years ago was a bright yellow volume of the I Ching. It opened to the 63rd hexagram: “After Completion.” This is a time when a major transition from confusion to order has been completed and everything is (at last!) in its proper place even in particulars. Interestingly, according to the I Ching, this is a time not of relaxation, but of caution.

The I Ching is a compass of great value. Uncanny in its ability to share its Wisdom at just the moment it is required. How many friends, even best and closest friends, can do that?

What it is referring to in this hexagram is something that I am going to call “the pause.” The moment when something major is accomplished and we are so relieved to finally be done with it that we are already rushing, at least mentally, into The Future. Wisdom, however, requests a pause. If we cannot give ourselves such a pause, the Universe will likely give it to us. In the form of illness, in the form of a massive Mercury in retrograde, in the form of our car breaking down, our roof starting to leak, our garden starting to dry up. Our government collapsing. And we find ourselves required to stop, to sit down, to reflect. This is the time of “the pause,” the universal place of stopping. The universal moment of reflection.

I encourage you not to fear it. And why is it important not to fear the pause? Because some of the most courageous people on earth are scared of it, as I have been myself. Why is this? It is because the pause has nothing in it; it feels empty. It feels like we have been jettisoned into wide open, empty space. We can not see an end to it. Not seeing an end to it, or for that matter, not even understanding a beginning or a need for it, we panic. We may decide to make war, for instance, in the moment the Universe has given us to reflect. By the time we recover from our hasty activity a thousand small children may be lying dead at our feet.

Sometimes there is a feeling of not being able to continue. That, in this pause, whichever one it is, there is no movement. No encouragement to move, at all.

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As a culture we are not in the habit of respecting, honoring, or even acknowledging the pause. (Culturally the most common reference to the pause was given over to Coca-Cola, which promised “The pause that refreshes.” In other words, whenever there is a moment you are not busily doing something, Eat. Drink. And here’s what we want you to eat or drink.) Women know this very well. At menopause, a time of extremely high power and shapeshifting, we are told to behave as though nothing is happening. To continue the “game” of life as if we are still girls. We are not girls. And to continue to act as though we are robs the world and the coming generations of our insights–insights readily available to us during this particular time, which is a highly significant universal moment of reflection.

I am convinced that in earlier times women during menopause drifted naturally to the edge of the village, constructed for themselves a very small hut, and with perhaps one animal for company– and one that didn’t talk!–gave themselves over to a time without form, without boundaries. They were fishing in deep waters, reflecting on a lifetime of activity and calling up, without consciously attempting to do so, knowledge that would mean survival and progression of the tribe.

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During the pause is the ideal time to listen to stories. But only after you have inhabited Silence for long enough to find it comfortable. Even blissful. There are stories coming to us now from every part of the earth; and they are capable of teaching us things we all used to know. For instance, I listened to a CD called “Shamanic Navigation” by John Perkins. In it he talks about the Swa people of the Amazon. These are indigenous people who’ve lived in the Amazon rain forest for thousands of years. They tell us that in their society men and women are considered equal but very different. Man, they say, has a destructive nature: it is his job therefore to cut down trees when firewood or canoes are needed. His job also to hunt down and kill animals when there is need for more protein. His job to make war, when that becomes a necessity. The woman’s nature is thought to be nurturing and conserving. Therefore her role is to care for the home and garden, the domesticated animals and the children. She inspires the men. But perhaps her most important duty is to tell the men when to stop.

It is the woman who says: Stop. We have enough firewood and canoes, don’t cut down any more trees. Stop. We have enough meat; don’t kill any more animals. Stop. This war is stupid and using up too many of our resources. Stop. Perkins says that when the Swa are brought to this culture they observe that it is almost completely masculine. That the men have cut down so many trees and built so many excessively tall buildings that the forest itself is dying; they have built roads without end and killed animals without number. When, ask the Swa, are the women going to say Stop?

Indeed. When are the women, and the Feminine within women and men, going to say Stop?

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I used to be suicidal. I grew up in the white supremacist, fascist South, where the life of a person of color was in danger every minute. For many years I thought of suicide on an almost daily basis. Other than this, and severe depression caused by the inevitable childhood traumas and initiations, I am not a person innately given to despair. However, it has been despairing to see the ease with which women, after over thirty intense years of Feminism, have chosen to erase their gender in language by calling each other, and themselves, “guys.” This is the kind of thing one can reflect on during a pause. Are we saying we’re content to be something most of us don’t respect? Conjure up an image of a guy. What attributes does it have? Is that really you? Is this a label you gave yourself?

What does being called “guys” do to young women? To little girls?

Isn’t the media responsible for making it “cute” to be a guy, as if that’s all the Women’s Movement was about, turning us into neutered men, into guys? For guys don’t have cojones, you know. They are men, but neutered, somehow. So if you’ve turned in your breasts and ovaries for guyness, you’ve really lost out.

And does this make you remember that when we were trying to get the ERA, the Equal Rights Amendment, passed, which would have assured equal rights to women, suddenly the market and our television screens were flooded with a new dishwashing liquid called, you remember, Era. A not-so-subtle message that equal rights for women was still associated mainly with the kitchen and a sink full of dirty dishes. And it must have been in the ’60s, when women were claiming their freedom to have a good time, that the dishwashing liquid magnates came up with a concoction called Joy.

The intuitive part of us, the deep feminine, whether in male or female, knows when we are being ridiculed, laughed at, told to forget about being women, or having a Feminine, being wild, or being free; led to sleep if not to the slaughter. In those small areas where we do have some control, the words coming out of our mouths, for instance:

Dear Alice,
I received an email tonight from by partners husband, Steve Perlman. The email contained your amazing article, I quickly emailed him back telling him that I had just sent you two of our decks, Wisdom of the Crone and Journey of the Maiden. He nor his wife knew that I had sent them, and tonight was the first time I had seen this article, the path is amazing, the pause absolutely perfect.
Thank you for the exact words I needed to hear.
Lani Phillips
Wise Women InkPosted by onecronette on 2006-11-28 22:00:01

When are we going to STOP...
and reflect...
upon questions like...
-what are the implications of referring to your country as 'the only remaining superpower'?
-what makes it acceptable for 6% of the world's population to consume 25% of the world's energy resources, each and every year?
-what will be the lifestyle choices our grandchildren's generation will have, if we continue to consume energy as we are now?
-what can be done to make people of different ethnicities able to see each other as countrymen and fellow citizens?
-what are we really accomplishing with all this arms trafficking?
We always seem to want decisiveness and an air of certainty in our leaders. Maybe we ought to admire more those who are willing to hesitate just a bit, think things out, try to foresee consequences (esp. negative ones) without feeling the burning need to deliver tonight's sound-byte to the 24-hour "news" channels on time.Posted by Kuya on 2006-11-26 23:46:37

Dear Ms. Walker,
I read THE COLOR PURPLE 25 years ago, and I never thought that i would have the opportunity to tell you how positively it affected me. Brought lots of tears in my newly painted pink walls in my apartment. My first, solo apartment.
The PAUSE you mentioned is a necessary slowing down of time that i think that everybody needs after completing something worthwhile or something not. Myself, I think of it in posititve terms of completing artwork, a painting. For the greater society that i belong to, I consider it a necessity to reflect on the negative or positive power that we are exerting on our local and global neighbors.
Pause is a time for reflection, and i fear that it is something that men do not generally possess. Regarding that, I agree with you.
Edna Lorri ShippPosted by edna lorri shipp on 2006-11-25 18:45:07

Ya know I have that book ( I Ching ) and have read parts of it, but have not studied it....Ms.Walkers thoughts on the womens movement can also be applied to the civil rights movement and integration...The ability and opportunity to gain access to positions and resources that were not available in the past has brought much prosperity to the afrikan amerikan community...but the sense of community and survival techniques that have stood by the black community in the time tested , tried and true past have been for the most part discarded....This is the problem with the young folk ,the lack of direction and insight not given; that was all too present in the past....I would estimate that any person of color born after 1955 or thereabouts...has never seen how the black community rallied around itself in troubled times and faced the challenges of community development , building hospitals and schools,churches...providing for the elderly all without any gov't assistance or intervention.We are probably 2 or 3 generations removed from that knowledge...People may not have had much, but it seems that they had each other...These days...I don't know....?Posted by Redhorse on 2006-11-23 02:04:39

Good stuff, I needed that.Posted by theloneous on 2006-11-22 09:30:37

Intensely thought-provoking. It does give one a pause, for reflection, does it not?
Thank you.Posted by Jay Cline on 2006-11-22 06:17:02